Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
Looked up “Fraiku” and came up with this: “Communication is unambiguously the greatest strength of people with this name. A diplomat to the core. Ensuring peace and creating balance for all the involved parties.” This seems so harmonious with your amiable role.. Otherwise I am not sure what a Fraiku is..
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 11, 2022, 7:20 PMLooked up “Fraiku” and came up with this: “Communication is unambiguously the greatest strength of people with this name. A diplomat to the core. Ensuring peace and creating balance for all the involved parties.” This seems so harmonious with your amiable role.. Otherwise I am not sure what a Fraiku is..
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Posted by ts19page | March 12, 2022, 9:51 AMHow interesting! I haven’t seen that definition before. Fraiku is a portmanteau for the haiku I post to my blog on Friday.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 12, 2022, 10:50 AMOh, I get it. One entry online said ‘Fraiku’ was a ‘French Haiku’.. but that meant in the french language. Please overlook my Blearnder.
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Posted by ts19page | March 12, 2022, 10:56 AMI’m glad that you were curious enough to invest some time in looking it up. (Love “Blearnder”!)
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 12, 2022, 10:58 AMLate to the party this week. Submitting my contribution – soul of an accountant.
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Posted by Second Act Blogger | March 11, 2022, 3:59 PMPoetry is never late and there’s no conflict between words and numbers. Well done!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 11, 2022, 5:02 PMI like that you added an accountant’s perspective, with the exactitude of numbers, to this; such nice irony!
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Posted by ts19page | March 12, 2022, 10:03 AMThank you
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Posted by Second Act Blogger | March 12, 2022, 1:23 PMYes, you can and should write poetry! But will you do mom’s taxes?
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Posted by JeanMarie | March 14, 2022, 3:23 AMWindblown
To know which way
the wind blows
Is a talent for those
who have a nose
for trouble.
The scent of trouble
is not the smell of fear
but thinner,
Walled up and striving
to escape,
A winding serpent
an undulation in the air.
Best to turn your back
on too much foresight,
Leading to Delphis of the mind,
and wild-haired oracles
Whose hair is windblown
in the stillness of the cave.
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Posted by ts19page | March 8, 2022, 10:04 PMLove the closing image and the winding serpent. Great work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 8, 2022, 10:29 PMThank you, Bartholomew, appreciated!
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Posted by ts19page | March 8, 2022, 10:48 PMThe Last Control
Grief hit me
like a gust of wind
on a clear day
I couldn’t see it coming
stumbled to survive
another blow
I knew it was you
full of energy
charged with rage
Was that to laugh
at my boring
and simple life
or to stir me to anger
You don’t get to
dictate my emotions
anymore
We were done
when you sinked yourself
in the lake
just to have the last say
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | March 8, 2022, 3:37 PMWow. Deep (no pun intended) Excellent work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 8, 2022, 7:14 PMThanks! Good picture prompt 👍
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | March 8, 2022, 9:26 PMvery moving
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Posted by JeanMarie | March 14, 2022, 3:24 AMThe wind is my friend
playing, pushing, teasing me
A real Frenemy
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Posted by JeanMarie | March 8, 2022, 2:45 AMA lovely little hairku!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 8, 2022, 7:10 PMBlow it out of me
Please
Let me feel like I am me
Again.
Finally.
The Anger. The Triggers.
The boiling just under the surface.
Let the lava stop
cool, harden, break
open to reveal a new me
from the fire to the wind
clear my mind
Blow it out of me
Please
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Posted by Nanci Arvizu | March 7, 2022, 11:23 PMoooh! Nice. You went deep on this one. I like the sentiment!
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Posted by JeanMarie | March 8, 2022, 2:36 AMThank you JeanMarie! It’s nice to be so inspired it just comes to you.
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Posted by Nanci Arvizu | March 8, 2022, 7:02 PMLove the metaphor. Great work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 8, 2022, 7:09 PMHere is a Tanka Bart ..
Abandoned (a Tanka)
May the stormy winds
Calmly abate in Europe
And bring peace quickly
Do not forget the children
We cannot abandon them
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Posted by ivor20 | March 7, 2022, 7:19 AMHear! Hear! Thanks for writing to the prompt.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 7, 2022, 7:32 PMMy pleasure Bart
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Posted by ivor20 | March 7, 2022, 9:31 PM